Page 7 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
She nods, pulling her hand away.
“It’s nice.”
“Then jump in.” I can see her considering it. Indecision crosses those pretty features, but then she stands up and pulls her skirt down. Next her top goes. She wraps her arms around her body to hide herself, but I can still see her lush curves. They’re bulging out from under her arms, and the vee between those fleshy thighs makes me harden with need. I want to run my tongue over every inch of her body. I want to grab her, pulling her on top of me, but she’s been a little skittish all night, and I don’t want to scare her away.
Nellie slips in on the other side of the tub, submerging her body in the safety of the warm waters. My elbows rest on the tiles as I watch Nellie. She catches me staring, but I don’t look away.
“Do you always look at people like that?”
“Just the ones I like.”
“Do you like a lot of people?”
“Tonight, just you.” Which is weirdly enough the truth. I’m not always picky about who I bring home. Typically, it’s whoever I find attractive and wants to get in my bed, and that was my initial goal at the block party. But once I saw Nellie, everything just shifted. It had to beher. I knew no one else would satisfy me. It was like a compulsion, as if I couldn’t control it.
Maybe if I get her out of my system, I’ll be able to go back to normal.
“I’m sure you’re just saying that,” Nellie says shyly while dismissing my comment. I arch a dark brow.
“Why don’t you believe me?”
“Well, because, men never…” I don’t need to hear the end of her sentence to know where it’s going.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
She pauses for a moment before pushing herself off of the wall and wading towards me. I wait until she’s right in front of me, until we’re practically touching before I grab her wrist from under the water. Instinctively, she tries to pull it back, but her resistance stops as I pull it towards me. I bring her hand to my crotch, letting her feel my hard shaft. It’s so stiff right now that it’s almost painful.
“Does this feel like I’m lying?”
Her fingers gently explore my clothed tool, shyly massaging it while exploring the contours. I groan while Nellie slowly stimulates me, finding out just how truthful I’m being.
“No, it doesn’t feel like you’re lying,” she murmurs, shaking her head. I let go of her wrist, and she pulls it back. She brings her fingers to her back and unclasps her bra. She pushes the straps off her shoulder, letting the lacy fabric fall into the water. Her eyes stay downturned until I put my knuckle under her chin bringing her eyes back up to me.
Wrapping my arm around her back, I pull her body towards mine. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers. Her body tenses up, and she grabs on to my shoulders.
“Nash?”
“Yeah?” I keep going, pinching the tight bud between my fingers. She twists a little on my lap, rubbing my tool beneath her thighs. She doesn’t continue talking, so I bring her tit into my mouth, lightly sucking on it. She gasps as my tongue circles her hardened nipple. Her nails dig into my back when I gently bite down with my teeth.
This first taste of her is sweeter than honey, nourishing me more than I could have expected.
I move to the other breast, giving it the same exact treatment. Once I’m done, I kiss up to her neck. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the wet strands.
“Nash?”
“Mm-hm?”
“Can I touch you?”
Her voice shakes as she asks. I look at her, and her nerves are palpable. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not used to something like this. I pick my head up and look her directly in her eyes.
“Why don’t you touch yourself, sweetheart? Don’t you think that would feel good?”
She seems shocked, not knowing what to do, so I take one of her hands and bring it down between our bodies. I guide it into her panties and then let go, waiting to see what she’ll do next. She pushes her hand all the way in and moves it around, her eyes half closing. She writhes on top of me as she pleasures herself, soft and sweet moans escaping her parted lips.
“How does it feel?”
“Good. Really good,” she hums.
